Past The Industry Upchurch

[Intro]
Hey drop this
Arrii

[Chorus]
Pass the hooks and pass the bars and pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these haters wanna hate
But I'm seein' straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearin' up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
It's my hobby, so come and kick it with me

[Verse 1]
In the studio not allowed but these groupie hoes
Just ill minds and cold clothes
Spit so much that I think I need a row boat
And who knows, I get kudos for sick verses in the Dojo
My Dojo's the studio, no swaggy jacket my mojo
No flip flops, no Polo's, just Converse and saggy jeans
Funny, people wanna jump in this rappin' scene
But hey ain't even real as half of me
They actin' b and that's a fact it's here
I'm behind the scenes of this mainstream
All I see is money, cars, and flashy things
No heart, no soul, no strive for things
Except ridin' fame, it's a damn shame
A lot of rappers really ain't what they really wanna claim
And I ain't gonna lie, I'm as broke as a joke
One brain, but I ain't got two chains
I got a mind of my own, but my mind's been blown
Take a lyricist to my very own dub zone
And hold up, turn the beat up and hand me that microphone